Ever think about the fact that there was a time when life moved at about 5 miles per hour? Before motors and electricity. When the size of the world was defined by how far you could walk?
Prior to my foot surgery, my life moved really fast.
I'm a multitasker. I get things done.
The enforced slower pace of having a foot in a cast has taught me some things about relationships. Primarily, that they are more enjoyable when you are moving more slowly. You have time to listen. I think we are also more aware of our need for relationships when our lives aren't filled to the brim. It makes things quiet enough to hear that longing for connection that is inside us.
Right now, slowness is enforced for me, and I'm appreciating its gifts. I know I don't want to go back to the fast lane.